She never felt the warmth of the sun
Stream upon her pale white cheeks;
Or the chill of a serene breeze
Floating through the black night abyss.
She has never seen that star filled sky
In full glow or glorified in absence of color.
She has only ever heard that
Oh so sweet and promising voice
Of her young mother whispering
And moaning, “What did I do? Why me?”
She has only ever felt walls surrounding her
And horrible pain downing her,
Thanks to her murderer.
it has been far too long
since I've seen it;
far, far too long
since I knew what it was.
but everytime he walks into the room
I drown in it.
She never felt the warmth of the sun
Stream upon her pale white cheeks;
Or the chill of a serene breeze
Floating through the black night abyss.
She has never seen that star filled sky
In full glow or glorified in absence of color.
She has only ever heard that
Oh so sweet and promising voice
Of her young mother whispering
And moaning, “What did I do? Why me?”
She has only ever felt walls surrounding her
And horrible pain downing her,
Thanks to her murderer.
it has been far too long
since I've seen it;
far, far too long
since I knew what it was.
but everytime he walks into the room
I drown in it.